Qian Ge paused, making sure she hadn't missed anything, before nodding at her agent and signaling that she could go to the phone.

Receiving her instructions, the agent immediately walked to a relatively quiet corner and pressed the dial-out button.

I don't know which box person wrote the tune again, and the babbling tune sounded again on the big stage.

Qiange, who has never listened to Peking Opera, closed his eyes, followed the beat, and his fingertips knocked on the table from time to time, making a very low sound.

After a while, the agent turned back, she probably thought that Qiange was closing her eyes and recuperating, and her voice was very soft: "Sister Qian, everything has been done." ”

Qian Ge didn't speak, just nodded his head, indicating that he understood.

She never opened her eyes, but a smile flowed from the corners of her lips, as if she was in a good mood.

-

When He Jichen's phone rang, he, Han Zhihui, and the two partners in the mall brought by Han Zhihui were playing cards in the splendid Room 1001.

While touching the cards, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and glanced at the caller ID, which was a call from the secretary.

After He Jichen lost the card and went out, he slid the screen, answered, and asked in a cold tone: "What's the matter?" ”

"Mr. He, do you have any impression of the female number two in "Three Thousand Idiots"?"

Isn't the second female number one in "Three Thousand Idiots" Ji Yi? How could he not be impressed?

He Jichen slid his fingertips on the cards in front of him, and replied nonchalantly: "I know, what's wrong?" ”

"That's right, Mr. He, I just saw some videos about her in our company's internal WeChat group......"

He Jichen glanced at the cards thrown by Han Zhihui without moving, and found that he was dead, so he pushed the cards in front of him in a dashing manner.

"Didn't our project "Three Thousand Idiots" be forced to suspend because of Lin Zhengyi's divestment? But she seems to be a little close to Lin Zhengyi......"

He Jichen, who had always faced the secretary's report on the phone, and his expression had not changed much, frowned slightly when he heard this.

Ji Yi and Lin Zhengyi are a little close? How can it be?

“…… She also had dinner with Lin Zhengyi tonight, as if she was participating in a dinner party called "Dust" newly invested by Lin Zhengyi......"

Hearing this, He Jichen raised his eyelids, gave Han Zhihui a "wait" look, then kicked away the chair behind him, got up, and walked out of the box.

There happened to be a waiter in the corridor who bumped into him head-on, and asked him softly if he needed any service?

He Jichen shook his head, brushed the waiter's side, and walked to the window at the end of the corridor.

Pushing open the window, the cold wind in the deep winter night blew in his face, which made He Jichen's brain sober up a lot.

He took a cigarette from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, and while looking for a lighter, he asked the secretary on the phone, "What's going on?" ”